West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

my own form of CHAOS


Posted on May 14, 2018 by Damon Marcello
West


He was starting to believe he'd never see her again, that the New Eden would take her far away, use her for whatever fucked up ritual they had in store, and then get rid of her like another filthy blood sucker. To be holding her was unbelievable to him. He stroked her hair, kissed her face. He didn't care how mangled she was, how dirty or bloody. She was pure heaven and she was still alive. That was all he cared about. She could heal from this. He wouldn't rest until she was 100 percent. But she was here and he had gotten to her. And now he would be taking her home. She felt so weak and fragile in his arms. They probably hadn't fed her since taking her. Her skin felt brittle, like sandpaper. He was still so angry, but for now, it could wait, cause he had to get her out of here first and make sure she was safe.

He hated seeing her like this. He ached to touch soft porcelain skin and surround himself in its beauty but she needed to be healed first. He touched the dry brittle strands of her hair, knowing it would be back to its firey luster in no time. She moaned and he only held her closer, cradling her against his chest as he headed to the car. Once he set her in the passenger seat, being as gentle as possible, he reached over to gently run his thumb along her cheek to catch the tears trickling down her face. "Shh, it's okay, love. I've got you. And I'm never letting go." He whispered as he moved to the driver's seat. He slid into the seat, putting one hand over and placing it gently on top of hers, for his own comfort as much as her own. He needed to touch her, to know that she was really here with him. Then he started the car and took off back home.

It didn't take him long to get her to his house, knowing there was nowhere else he'd rather her be. Maybe it was selfish of him not to take her to see Yumi so they could know each other was safe but he had faith in Malek to keep her safe and he wanted Isolt all to himself, at least right now. He wanted to be the only witness to the damage those damn warlocks and witches had done to his beautiful wife. He gently carried her into the house, right up the stairs and into the bathroom. He laid her down gently in the garden tub and slowly peeled what clothes she had on off, being extra careful of her skin. Once she was naked, he turned on the warm water and let the tub fill up, even adding in bubbles. Without saying a word, he put some body soap on the sponge and started to gently wash her, keeping away from her face for now in case it hurt.

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